{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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Biting my tongue Choking on words Baptize the phone Swallow the hurt Some type of sweetness Some kind of burn So little closure So less to learn
~ Sofia Mills
(Unedited, beware of typos)
{Alec}
(6 months ago)
"Alec for the love of god, do keep up. I have literal hours until i have to be at the release party and i need every second available to try these dresses on." She huffs, throwing her hair in a dark wave behind her as we march along the street, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk. I roll my eyes when she can't see me, god knows why i was helping her, loaded down with at least ten garment bags and peaking over the top of them on the way back to the car.
I would have told my sister to carry her own damn clothes and drive herself around but she was really excited about this party, more than most. She had been working incredibly hard to try and find her footing in the modelling world and had struck something semi-big. If i was honest, i was proud of her. I'd never tell her that, not while she was being a brat but the least i could do was help her.
I can hear her talking to someone further down the street but can't see either of them, my hair falls into my eyes a little and i try to flick it out of the way but it wont budge, i can see the car at the side of the road, our mothers silver jeep and click the keys in my hand under the clothes, trying not to drop them as they cost a pretty penny and Isabelle would never forgive me. I'm so worried about damaging her precious dresses that i end up walking directly into her and someone else who have stopped to chat on the sidewalk. I drop three of the bags, uncovering my view and Isabelle screeches, scooping them up in her arms like i tried to set them on fire.
"Shit, sorry." I curse and freeze when i realise who i walked into. He's dressed in black glittery pants that sparkle in the evening sun and he has a dark green velvet blazer over his shirt. His hair is ink black at the base and bright blue at the tips. His usual collection of rings on his emerald painted hands. "It's alright, Alexander." Oh hell. I feel my blood pressure pick up at the sound of my full name on his lips.
There's a hint of amusement in his handsome face, his eyes gleaming and underlined by his signature black eyeliner. Magnus Bane. If it wasn't obvious i was incredibly attracted to him. He was a friend of Isabelle's, or at least they knew some of the same people because he was a designer so we'd met a couple of times now. Mainly when he would attend some of my sisters events, which she was always having. I'd only just noticed he too was carrying at least three bags on each hand.
"Couldn't see over the bags." I add like an idiot, like its a conversation starter and open the trunk of the car and place them inside. Isabelle has been complaining this whole time about me not looking where I'm going but Isabelle is always complaining about something so I ignore her. I stuff my hands deep into my pockets and rejoin them on the sidewalk because i was nervous. This was strange for me because typically i didn't get nervous around guys anymore, at the start sure but not so much now. Magnus made me exceptionally nervous. Isabelle had insisted he was straight, just eccentric but i didn't fully buy it for some reason. Probably the glittery pants.
